About five years ago, we bought a computer and started surfing the Internet. The web opened up a whole new world for us.
I'm not a real social person, but my wife Victoria is. She always lights up when around people, and is as comfortable with men as she is with women. She has a beautiful way of expressing her thoughts with a laugh here, a nod there, and always has a true interest in the other person. A minute doesn't go by when she doesn't recognize something funny in the topic of conversation, and her laugh puts everyone around her at ease.
Oh, another trait about Victoria--she LOVES to flirt! When we first met, she told me she had "flirtin' blood" in her. Oh how she loves to dress up nice, and oh how she just loves to talk to men. She appreciates men who are well dressed, well groomed, and have a "shy" demeanor. She likes to feel like she's the one digging and discovering what they're like beneath the surface.
Well, it didn't take long for Victoria to discover a world of opportunity for her via the Internet. Gradually but deliberately, she became familiar with chat programs like ICQ, and webcam programs like ICUII. Over the course of several years, she met hundreds of men friends on the Internet. Always the classy lady, she would tease them with sexy flirtations or hot lingerie. We bought a digital cam, and she would send her friends sexy pics of her in teasing poses. She never revealed the ultimate, just kept them begging for more.
Many times, I would be with her when she did these things, and we would laugh and talk about the different men with whom she played. These games would make us both very hot, and spur us on to beautiful love-making sessions and further fantasies.
Over the years, a couple of her Internet men friends have remained. One of these friends is named Randy. He is from Italy. He is single, 30-35 years old, and is a nice guy. He has a full head of dark black wavy hair, in which he combs back. His eyes are dark, and his face olive complected. His smile, which he frequently displays, shine straight from his heart. He is built just like Victoria likes her men--average frame, and no excess fat. Body lean, dark, and somewhat hairy.
Victoria and Randy became good friends. She knew him and appreciated him; he knew her and appreciated her. On ICUII, Randy would sit in front of his cam, and do whatever Victoria asked of him. Randy was a sexy guy, and he had confidence in himself. He would reveal himself totally, showing Victoria his hard erect manhood situated between his legs and above shorts that were pulled down to his thighs. Sometimes if I were at work, Victoria would record the play with a video camera, and play it back for me when I got home. We would get hot together watching it.
One time Victoria was chatting with Randy, and she said, "My husband took some pics of me last night...do you want to see them?" Randy said, "Sure." Victoria was referring to some pics that I took of her sucking my maleness. Victoria sent the first pic to Randy. The pics took a little while to download and send, and during that down-time time our hearts raced with anticipation.
We waited intensely for that first reaction from Randy, After a short delay, Randy's first response was, "Is that a real cock?" Victoria immediately typed in, "Yes." Randy said, "Oh you suck cock good. I wish that was my cock." Victoria and I got hot thinking about sending that pic.
Victoria and I love to travel. Each summer, we take vacations to new places. We have been to San Francisco, Lake Tahoe, Colorado, Santa Fe...many places. We have never been together outside of the US. Last summer, we decided we would take a trip to Europe....Italy, to be exact.
Yes, we dared to live out a fantasy we had. For months the trip stirred our juices in anticipation, and energized our love life. Victoria and Randy corresponded back and forth, laying plans for the trip. These sessions injected us with an intoxicating aphrodisiac of mystery as we dreamed of our meeting with Randy in Italy.
As the days got closer to our departure, the correspondence got hotter. Randy would email Victoria pics of his erection in full bloom, with the words, "I can't wait for you to get here Victoria and suck my cock." Victoria would email Randy back, "mmmmmmm looks good!! Can't wait my love...Victoria."
The day we departed was the hottest and most intense foreplay we had ever experienced. All the way to the airport, and throughout the flight, the anticipation of what we were embarking upon heightened all our senses, and drew us so close together. We held hands throughout the flight, and looked deep into each other's eyes, knowing that we were together and supporting each other as we together ventured into this hot experience.
Victoria spent the last 30 minutes of the flight fixing up. She was dressed beautifully. She had her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair braided, and pulled together on top of her head. She wore a long-sleeved, cream colored silk blouse, which came up just below her neck. Over this, she wore a black vest, with delicate red and green embroidery along and down its front. Her skirt was black, full, flowing, with pleats about every inch leading downward to the bottom, which ended just above the ankles. Victoria was wearing some black, high heeled, high-topped lace boots--shoes she found at an antique store and that she loved. She said they looked "Victorian." She was a beautiful woman. Five foot ten, 125 pounds of 100% female...both inside and out.
As we entered the terminal, Randy was there to meet us. The first thing I saw was his big smile, beaming like a sunny day. He was about 5' 10...about Victoria's height. He was leanly built. His short sleeved, brown pull over dress shirt fit loosely on him, and it was tucked in to a pair of dark blue, newly purchased jeans. Randy was wearing black loafers. He was proudly holding a dozen red roses.
He held his gaze on Victoria as she approached, and never broke his stare as he watched all of her reactions to the flowers he handed her. Victoria was so flattered, and said "Oh Randy, they're beautiful. Thank you so much." She naturally and instinctively leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Then, they hugged.
Randy then turned his eyes to me, and I said, "Hi. I'm Jonathan. Glad to meet you." Randy smiled, and we shook hands. We walked with him to the baggage area, to the car rental area (we were renting a car...we had other plans on this trip besides only meeting Randy). Randy could not have been more helpful getting us through our required areas. During this time, the conversation never turned to anything sexy. The talk was about the flight, the US, Italy, the airport, the city, the hotel we were staying at, etc.
We followed Randy to our hotel. We had planned on staying two nights in this city, before embarking to other Italian sites. We wanted this night to be romantic. Our hotel was luxurious; it was 4-star. We met Randy in front of the hotel. The time was about noon. Our plans were to get some rest, and meet Randy again in the hotel restaurant at 7:00. We said goodbye, and as Randy got back in his car, the last thing I remember seeing was his smiling face.
We were somewhat tired. The sustained excitement we felt throughout the day gave way to exhaustion as we hit our room. I lay down on the bed, thinking about the upcoming dinner at 7:00. Victoria drew some bathwater, and took a bath. She spent a long time in the bathroom. I imagined her looking over her body, grooming it for the night, even shaving around her femaleness to make it smooth around its edges, and leaving the little "tuft" that she felt was so sexy.
Eventually, she came and lay on the bed next to me. We were both naked. We didn't say much to each other, but she did say, "Randy is so cute." I said "Yes he is." We then drifted off into sleep.
We awoke at 6:00, and began getting ready for the evening. I took a warm bath and shaved. I wore a maroon, long sleeved turtle-neck shirt, black slacks, and black shoes.
Victoria was dressed somewhat hotter. Her strawberry blonde hair she blow-dried full, and it fluffed out full around her face and down around her shoulders. Around her green eyes she applied make-up with a slight hint of glitter. Her eyes were fresh, her face sparkled. She was always aware of her features, and liked her face tight along her chin. She looked good.
She wore a silk, wine-red colored blouse, buttoned down the front. It fit her loosely. Her blouse tucked nicely into her black cotton jeans, which fit her body well. Victoria's legs were long, and her butt set high at the top. She walked with a priss and a glide, and these nicely fitting jeans showed off her feminine style. Underneath she wore black pantyhose, with delicate lacy designs around the crotch. We specially bought these pantyhose for this night. She also wore a black bra.
I told Victoria she looked sexy as we went down to the restaurant.
We held hands as we approached the restaurant's entrance. The lights were low, and candles flickered at the tables. We quickly saw Randy seated at a table. It was set for three.
As we approached, Randy's smile seemed to outshine the soft candlelight. As he stood up, eyes set fast on Victoria, I could see that he had groomed himself well for the night. His face was cleanly shaven, his teeth pearly white. His hair was pulled back, dark, wavy. He wore a short sleeved, button down shirt, loosely fitting, white with black designs. His black jeans he wore well...comfortably fitting on his lean body. His taut body was darkly tanned. His demeanor was nice and friendly and trusting.
He sat across from us. A bottle of red wine was already at the table, and Randy served as host throughout. He never let our glasses empty. Victoria and I had a Caesar's salad, and Randy had leg of lamb. Our conversation: I talked about my job, Victoria told him about how we met and our marriage, we talked about where we lived and the things we like to do, Randy told us about the city and his family and his job and what his plans for the future were. Throughout the dinner there were smiles, laughter, listening, and eye contact. All three of us were at ease.
